Rackaddict
Life Member
Saturday was the Youth Season opener here in Missouri. I went with my brother to take his son. We heard a good bit a gobbling early in the morning while the birds were roosted. They were on the farm next to us so we got as close as possible but you know turkeys and fences.
We spent a long morning walking around the farm with our fingers crossed with still no luck. We decided to build a ground blind using a tree top that was down from logging a few years back and brushed it in with some cedars. We were fairly close to the place we heard them earlier in the morning so we waited in hopes they might return.
After an hour or so of our tail ends numbing we were fortunate enough to have three jakes quietly walk in to our calling. When they hit the 25 yard mark...KABOOM!!! First bird on the ground. I busted out of our blind and ran to the flopping bird followed by my nephew. The bird is really going all out doing the death flop, wings flapping, legs kicking, and he asks, "What's it doing?" "Dyin'" I told him. Then he asks," How come his heads still there? I thought it would be blown off." A tall order from the .20 gauge he was shooting. He stands there rubbing his right shoulder, admiring his first turkey with huge smile on his face. It was worth it.
We spent a long morning walking around the farm with our fingers crossed with still no luck. We decided to build a ground blind using a tree top that was down from logging a few years back and brushed it in with some cedars. We were fairly close to the place we heard them earlier in the morning so we waited in hopes they might return.
After an hour or so of our tail ends numbing we were fortunate enough to have three jakes quietly walk in to our calling. When they hit the 25 yard mark...KABOOM!!! First bird on the ground. I busted out of our blind and ran to the flopping bird followed by my nephew. The bird is really going all out doing the death flop, wings flapping, legs kicking, and he asks, "What's it doing?" "Dyin'" I told him. Then he asks," How come his heads still there? I thought it would be blown off." A tall order from the .20 gauge he was shooting. He stands there rubbing his right shoulder, admiring his first turkey with huge smile on his face. It was worth it.
